There are some secrets that are happy to be shared. For instance: 1) Every single walrus who ever lived, male or female, is named “Grandpapa.” 2) Some cats have a magic button between their ribs that, when scratched, causes their legs to salsa-dance. 3) We are all full royalty, made entirely out of stars.
January hath given, and January hath taken away. January hath given us Zebra Cake ice cream, and January hath taken away all remaining laughable attempts by our species to appear dignified. January hath taken away our queen Betty White (and our gentle jester Louie Anderson, and our soaring bard Meat Loaf), and January hath given […]
Sing to me, oh resplendent reader. What are the lyrics running like children through your mind-yard today? Are you sure you meant to open the fence?
Sometimes you have to go undercover. Cover of darkness. Cover of velveteen blankets. Cover of time itself, the great unbroken string from the world’s sunrise through the circuit of stars and unto the veil between light and greater light. Um, or something like that.
As you read this sentence, you’re getting older. Wait, you just did it again. Now you did it again. You can’t stop, and I won’t get in your way. But before we get all our farfalle twisted into bow ties of despair, remember: we’re not alone. The cats are aging, too.
Oh my goodness. Listen up, kittens. I have very big news. I’m pretty sure I’ve found the single most catlike man who ever trod the earth.
I’m not here to talk about Betty. I’m here to talk about Betty. Who, as it turns out, reminds me an awful lot of Betty.
It’s true that a mind is a terrible thing to waste. It’s true that our 44th Vice President once opined, “What a waste it is to lose one’s mind.”* But in the brain trust that is Tabby’s Place, it’s a matter of considerable debate whether or not one’s mind should be perpetually present.
It was the height of foolishness to open my heart to a fifteen-year-old cat. It was also the closest I’ll ever come to wisdom.
Quick. Take a screen shot. What does your life look like in precisely this frame?
Right now, we have a special
opportunity for donations to be matched, up to $22,000.
Tabby’s Place rescues sweet seniors who have nowhere else to turn. Their hearts are full of love, and these gentle souls deserve tenderness, respect, and excellent care.
Please give from your golden heart, so senior cats can have happy golden years. Your
donation will go where it is most needed.
Harriet, age 16, was once forgotten and alone. A car accident left her with life-threatening
injuries. But the best days of Harriet’s life were ahead: she became a Tabby’s Place cat.
Surgery saved her life, and love mended her broken heart. Today, this shaggy sweetheart
reigns in our Executive Director’s office, receiving world-class care for her kidney
disease and arthritis.
Steven, age 15, has lived at Tabby’s Place all his life. He may have numerous Special
Needs, but Steven is as happy as springtime itself. Our little “elder statescat” is thriving
through his golden years, enfolded in love and adored by all.
Absolutely! You may mail your tax-deductible donation to
Tabby’s Place
1100 US Highway 202
Ringoes, NJ 08551.
Please feel free to contact Development Director Angela Townsend at
We are honored to serve the kittens with you.